"I'm different." Zhong Ruishu's face finally showed a different expression from before.
The smile on the corner of her mouth was a bit bitter, and she lowered her eyes, "I only like to sit in the studio and draw pictures since I was a child, and I have a slight social barrier."
"..."
"I tried to change it before, so I would attend the banquets arranged by my family. Later, I found that when I went to that kind of place, I would only find a quiet place to sit until the banquet was over, and I would not talk to people."
Zhong Ruishu's hand holding the water glass tightened, her eyes darkened even more.
"The doctor said I was sick and asked me to cooperate with the treatment, but I don't think there is anything wrong with me." Zhong Ruishu said softly.
Her character makes few friends around her.
Girls will not take the initiative to be friends with her, and boys will think that she is aloof, and they have been striking up a conversation without responding, so naturally they will not look for her again.
In fact, it's not that she doesn't like talking to others, it's just that she doesn't know what to say...
Is this a disease
"You're really not sick, but you're a little cold-tempered, so there's nothing wrong with that."
Fanfan took off the scarf and hung it on the back of the chair.
Just when the waiter came up with coffee, he pushed the caramel macchiato in front of Zhong Ruishu: "You are like my sister, she also likes to drink this."
"Really, I just don't think the caramel macchiato tastes so bitter." Zhong Ruishu rarely showed a playful smile.
Fanfan shook his head and said with a smile: "Even the reason is the same."
Fanfan stirred the coffee in the cup, picked it up and took a sip.
"I heard that you majored in painting. What style of painting do you like?"
"Italian revival paintings, although I major in sketches, I also like oil paintings with bold colors, the extreme sobriety and extreme brightness, both have a sense of visual impact..."
Zhong Ruishu talked about her hobbies with eloquence.
I didn't drink the coffee in front of me, but I heard Fanfan's occasional comments, and found that he seemed to have a lot of research on painting, and the chat became more active.
The two of you came and went and chatted for nearly half an hour.
The coffee in Fanfan's cup has almost run out.
Zhong Ruishu was about to ask him if he wanted another drink, but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly noticed something and fell silent.
On the contrary, Fanfan smiled.
"Actually, you don't have any illness at all. It's just that you are shy and can't find a suitable topic for chatting. If someone is willing to talk to you about something you like, you should have no problem communicating."
"..." Zhong Ruishu was still a little dazed, as if she was thinking about his words.
Soon, as if realizing that he was doing it on purpose just now, she raised her head to look at him, with slight ripples in her eyes.
"Thanks."
"Don't be so polite, you are a classmate of Liuliu, you should be one year younger than me, you can call me Fanfan like her." Fanfan finished the coffee in the cup, raised his hand and glanced at his watch.
Looking at Zhong Ruishu again: "It's not easy to take a taxi at this time, I'll take you back first."
As Fanfan said, he stood up from the chair.
Zhong Ruishu got up after him, saw him paying the bill, wanted to say something, but finally didn't say anything.
Follow him out.
When he walked to the door, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, and asked with some embarrassment: "If the restaurant you canceled today, if it passes now, will there still be a place?"
Fanfan didn't understand why he looked at her.
Zhong Ruishu's cheeks were slightly pale, and she finally mustered up the courage to say, "I want to treat you to dinner."